Rich in Irony… not to mention Sodium Nitrite…

So anyway… I just have to share a funny little story here.

You see, I’m kind of on this funky budget these days (and have been for the past four years, four months and like four days… coincidental? possibly...) But at any rate, my weekly trips to the grocery store have become pretty much non-existent.

And my mother likes to worry about me because, well, that’s just what mothers do. But just a few weeks ago I assured her once again not to… because I still had quite a plentiful food supply in my basement and how one night, even though the thought of it almost made me want to toss my four-year-old cookies, I made myself open one of the twenty cans of Spam that were just sitting there amidst the twenty cans of Vienna sausages, fruit cocktail and Chef Boy-Ar-Dee. (Because that's just the kind of things people have sitting in their food storages, right?… for all of those nuclear holocausts and whatnot still to come?... yet never thinking you’d ever actually be forced to eat them.)

And then I told her how shocked I was that how thrown together nice portion of canned carrots and applesauce along with some homemade Bisquits that I had really actually ENJOYED the Spam... alot! Well, she thought that was the probably one of the funniest thing she'd ever heard and told me that I should definitely consider writing that one down in my blog..

Except that I’m a procrastinator at heart and probably needed a much more persuasive motivation…

Irony Rich Ingredient #1:



Clay Aiken, who became a music superstar following his success on the American Idol television series, will join the Tony Award-winning Best Musical, Monty Python’s SPAMALOT, making his Broadway debut in the role of Sir Robin, at the Shubert Theatre, New York, from January 18 to May 4, 2008.

Tickets are available online now at telecharge.com or by calling (212) 239-6200/(800) 432-7250.

And then of course I just HAD to “photoshop” something for those who could not wait…

~Clickable~
Now, not to allude to the fact that I’m making any plans AT ALL to travel to New York to see this silly show (mother) because heaven knows the hotel taxes in New York City alone would set me back another six month’s on this Spam diet.

(How lucky though that there’s pretty much six months worth of variety…) out there. But shhh.

Irony Rich Ingredient #2:

I wonder if he will shower in the same shower stall that I use to shave my legs in... or nap and dream on the same cot that I once did on matinee days. And now, I almost wish I would have left all those fangirly Clay Aiken pictures and messages of endearment taped to my dressing room mirror for him to be able to see years later… except that there is probably no way I could have done that... since I don't believe he was even born yet. Ok, so maybe he was five...

Still though, I am rather upset with myself right now for not being able to see into the future. Because seriously… what a missed opportunity THAT was.


Thanks to whichever Broad it was who 'Photoshopped' the Shubert Spamalot marquee. Mine was just shot through a dinky little Kodak instamatic on an overcast matinee day sometime back in October of '83.